dirt ground floor feet rise through
bone muscle fat to shout
a whisper to
air mist waves look
up above, angels below
skyshroud clouds our gravity
drawn to Earth
I am a musician in the pacific northwest. I like to play with rhythms - on drums, random objects, with words, whatever I can wrap my mind around.
Angels, Earth, Humanity, Humans, Life, Poetry
November 30, 2011 at 7:01 pm
this is great stuff, ilk. all of it. love the images and the wordplay. 🙂
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